The stories that are lost. The stories that never arrived, that never grew from a fleeting thought, a wish, a dream. The stories that have vanished with their storyteller.
. . . . . . –>now at 18k words, the first 15k having received kind editing attention from AdventuresInFiction.co.uk which helped me resolve crucial plot inconsistencies, and pare the narrative down to two generations separated by seventy years.
I believe that this is a compelling historical fiction, exploring the muted voice redeemed by love, that needs to be told. In the meantime, the first 1700 words form a short story that describes the beginning of a family that spanned the 20th century.
I’m eager to pursue the research, throughout the north of France, that will facilitate the setting of place for this novel.
Biome NE47 